Tripper: what’s up Rudy? You not your usual chipper talk my ear off self...that was a joke...

Rudy: I know that Trip...I’m just a little worried about my summer..

Tripper: what could you possibly be worried about..Rudy, there is soo much rad shit to do this summer your gonna hardly have time for junk miles..

Rudy: I know Tripper, that is what I’m worried about and don’t want to get caught up in all that hullabaloo of running around  every weekend looking for my next fix. I mean there is some cool shit, but I still feel pretty cool doing my own gig, that one I’ve built around myself. 

Tripper: I’m hesitant to say this what could be way more radical than every Wednesday at Waterford?

Rudy: awww come Trip, fighting traffic midweek doesn’t have my juices flowing. Not to mention I don’t make big money working here to swing the gas and other expenses, see what I mean every week and on a week night? What’s that do to my weekends?

Tripper: Well young aspiring Cat 4 every roadie, cried big tears the road scene was dying and someone decided to do something about and now your bellyaching too much?

Rudy: no it’s not that, if feel like showing up once in a while isn’t gonna help me, you know get faster.

Tripper: well Rudy you kinda missed the point....can I ask you a question?

Rudy: sure Tripper, anything 

Tripper: what if you owned a race horse, and what if you ran that race horse at race pace every chance you could? What do you think that race horse would feel like?

Rudy: a dead horse.....